The Immortals Fall in the Dao Song Dynasty

The path to immortality crumbled in the Age of Declining Dharma. A wisp of primordial spirit, carrying the cosmic treasure [Breath of Instant Eternity], fell into the dying days of the Northern Song.

Before him lay the misty rain over the Bian River and the splendid prosperity captured in Along the River During the Qingming Festival. Beneath his feet was a realm as precarious as a pile of eggs, its mountains and rivers about to be trampled beneath iron hooves.

Zhao Xuan, once a peak-stage Qi cultivator, was reborn as the "simpleton" of the Marquis Zhongjing's household. The conflict between spirit and flesh left him dazed for twelve years, as he rebuilt his foundations amid the mysteries of the womb. When he opened his eyes, what he saw was not the rise and fall of one family, but the fate of an entire civilization on the verge of collapse.

Immortal arts and divine powers cannot defy the tide of destiny. Knowing the future cannot change the course of history.

And yet, where the Dao lies, I will go, even against ten thousand men.

Knowing he could not turn back the tide, he chose not to become a tragic hero trying to save a sinking world. Instead, he willingly became a keeper of the flame in the dark. He worked with the flow through the cracks in history: amassing wealth through commerce to fund the salvation of the world; sending strongmen into the shadows to protect the seeds of civilization; and using his foresight to preserve books, records, and skills.

This was a transmigrate's journey unlike any other: going with Heaven's will and acting in harmony with the people, he secretly built a dam for civilization beneath the rushing torrent.

Hear thunder in the silence; preserve the lineage of the Dao beneath the flood.

This was his Dao, his Song.